The director stood in front of the cast, clipboard in hand and a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “Alright, folks. Time to hand out your wages from your last shift. Step forward when your name is called.”

“Duke, $200. Comment: Your look fits the role of a sanitation worker perfectly.”

Duke grinned, flaunting his cash. “Told y’all. Like fine wine—I get better with age!”

“Giselle, $100. Comment: Worked three days, lazed two. Most of the time, you were panting like you’d run a marathon.”

“Excuse me!” Giselle huffed. “Have you seen me? I’m not built for cardio!”

“Justin, $0. Comment: Letting fans do your work doesn’t count.”

Justin’s jaw...